A long day

Fridays are always long days, but this one has been especially so. I used to look forward to Fridays, it was almost the weekend, but those days are long gone. James' band practices on Friday nights, so it is just another day, made even longer, which I now, unfortunately, do not look forward to.

Today Asia seemed very angry and I know it was because she wanted her dummy. She still did not ask for it, but nap time was very, very, hard. She was MAD! Even though I let her come in my bed and tried to help, she was NOT HAPPY. She did not want to lie down, she did not want to sleep, she was crying and yelling and was not acting like herself at all. It was very sad. It lasted over an hour, before she finally, exhausted, fell asleep.

Add to that equation, the fact that we had our carpets cleaned today and so I was trying to keep the kids off of them and in our kitchen area and we were not a happy household. It took them all a long time to settle and actually fall asleep.

Tomorrow, or today as the case may be, is a new day. So glad that we can all start over.

Addicts!

We call them dummies, but some call them pacifiers, or binkies. The point is, we have two little girls who are most definitely addicts. You'll notice in that photo, that not only do they each have one in their mouths, but also in their hands. Bryttain has been hooked for much longer, obviously, and it's not unusual to see her walking around with three or four of the wretched things. With her, we are now trying to restrict her use to her bed only, for naps and night time, but she'll sneak them out all the time. Or if she has been reprimanded or is upset about anything, then there's no sneaking involved...she goes wailing to her room, crying 'Dummy...dummy'.

They are her solace, and as such, she has done everything within her power to ensure that Asia does not miss out. All little missy has to do, is look like she might cry and Bryttain goes racing back to Asia's crib to retrieve one of her dummies and brings it back to her, the most prized possession that solves all problems (right?). She used to force it in poor Asia's mouth, sometimes between cries, but now, a true addict she waits like a little bird with her mouth wide open as soon as she sees her sister approach. They're in it together.

Unfortunately, the time is coming when we will have to bring it all to an end for Bryttain. It's going to be traumatic, for sure, but the worst will be over in a few nights. We do have some power and can enforce the cold turkey option, which would be almost impossible had any of our children been thumb or finger suckers. I speak from experience, having been a thumb sucker myself, who indulged for far too long. We cut Arran off when he turned three, but his 'habit' was not nearly as controlling.

On a completely different note, this is a lovely little bed Bryttain set up for her baby doll earlier today (right after she'd lovingly fed and burped her). She really is a very sweet, loving girl and I couldn't resist. Plus, I hadn't grabbed my camera in time to catch her feeding, which may not have been appropriate to post anyway :)

After all that, she'd had quite enough and told me "Stop mummy...you already taked the photo to me!"